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I gotta go, these chains can't hold
The pain of my soul,
For it aches me so,
To see you go--
Hello? I whispered,
What's the matter? Afraid of a little pain and disaster? My mind whispered back,
No, this cannot go on! I am weak and tarried, mangled and wearied.
But wait! Lo and behold, the fanfare's ascend... The light of the glorious day arrives,
And all is dispelled, but put under a new spell--
That of love and warmth-- the day's radiant gifts of splendour.
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